Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-174.113.36.200-20141011071032/@comment-25430487-20150322140559

The group examined Holly as she approached. Karren dropped her Knight form just as Holly began to speak, looking at her through Holly's visor. Darren leaned hard on his own knees, catching his breath. He gave Holly a desperate look, as he was worn thin.

“You're forgiven,” Mr. Altman said, sheathing his weapon.

“So, you sent that message to us?” asked Mrs. Spicer, eyeing Holly suspiciously. “How? I've never seen a text message look like that on my phone. The 'from' number was all glitched-out. It would have been easier if you said who you were.”

Mr. Piqué paced behind the rest of them, his bow brandished still. He looked agitated, still wanting a fight.